He had me lie down first, and he lied down on top of me. We pushed our lips together and felt each other's bodies, even through our clothes. I wasn't ...ven sure what brought me to this play, but it seemed to be working so far.We both wrapped our arms around each other and pasted our lips together for over five minutes. I felt my panties getting drenched and Joe's cock getting harder and harder as well. So, I knew I had him hooked already, but I wasn't about to push him, though.We just made out. . the black one.”I looked at my friend. His face was flushed and it wasn’t just the hot water.“Well…” I didn’t know what to say. I felt awkward, at a loss for words.“We’re going to have sex afterwards … right?” My wife said, looking from me to my friend, then back at me again. “I mean … we always have sex after soaking in the hot tub.”I coughed. I was stunned. Blown-away. I stared at her in amazement. We didn’t ALWAYS have sex after soaking in the hot tub. Often we did, but not always. And we. With everything I was doing to her, she made sure to maintain eye contact. When the pleasure heightens, she would barely close her eyes. I will remove my hands. She will lock her gaze again.This continued for some time, and then the bell rang. I knew it was the room boy. Or should I call him the room man, probably 35 years old, married with two kids? I shouted: “Come in.” I could see her pupil dilate in surprise and excitement. But she did not dare to open her mouth.He came in, closed the door.. The smell of the GHB was coming from the glass of soda that sat in front of the girl. Melanie read the man’s mind, and knew what she had to do. The scum lived in a loft apartment a couple of blocks from the bar. Once they had gone inside, Melanie slipped into an alley adjacent to the building and emerged a moment later as Strap Girl. Her red dress was gone; in its place was a black satin and lace corset with matching panties. She wore a black mask that covered her eyes, and she had let her.